putting on clothes hasitly
Quick NCB, get dressed, here she comes!
Eilsel
(who was not making a derrogatory
comment about Queens’ FBG but just
that I thought OUR naked bums looked
much better than the former)
No prob, Eisel. I’m just a bit sore from the bike ride in the bikinis…I’m walking a bit bow-legged here, and it’s making me cranky.
Oh, good, I see the volleyball net is set up. Mmmm…do I smell bacon and sausage again?
:wanders off, following her nose to the griddle:
< Bosda dons ragged clothing, fright mask, & phoney hook hand in the bushes, carefully concealed from view. >
Cricket Man Lives!
Heh-heh-heh…
AAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Cricket Man!
Oh, it’s just Bosda. Can I interest you in a cup of coffee?
Yes, Please!
<cup falls>
Darnit, ivylass!
Pass it to my real hand, not the hook!
Oops, sorry, Cricket Man.
How about you lie here on the ground and I’ll just pour the coffee into your open mouth?
And you can’t play volleyball with the hook…you’ll puncture the ball.
I’ve got my Wolverine costume!
Where’s everybody going?
Cricket Man?!
Is that some kind of wise crack?:dubious:
Or were you trying to get at something there?
Thank you Ivylass!
I am having a wonderful time. I needed some fresh air and sunshine. And a place to make me look twenty pounds lighter.
It’s getting towards dusk…I think we need to tell some ghost stories tonight around the campfire.
You are more than welcome, Kricket. Have another s’more.
One time, I accidently got my hook for a hand caught in the car door of some evil teenagers, and they (evilly) drove off, taking my hook for a hand with them.
Then the New York Times got a hold of the story and got some of the details mixed up.
It was probably that reporter who was just fired…